This is a song about "No mans land war"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

About that war but it was too far,so no time to say "sorry"

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Just hustling you understand

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

The faker they shakin' my hand

My god made the sea and land

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

And now these hoes are on my line

Going to the southern land

Cause i got the burner in the hand